[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

The moon fainted, and the stars in the sky withdrew their brilliance, hiding behind the clouds miserly.The wind whizzed past, blowing the gauze curtain by the window.

I opened my eyes from the deep sleepiness, the moonlight couldn't reach the bedroom, and it was dark and silent as far as my eyes could see.

Something sweeps across my face, dry and limp.

It's hair.

With a suffocation of breath, the chaotic brain suddenly woke up.My shoulder-length hair was loosened and pressed on the back of my head when I slept, and the hair covering my face exuded a faint fragrance of shampoo, and a pinch of it poked on my eyelashes, making it itchy.

Carefully blinking the hair on my eyelashes, I opened my eyes and raised my head slightly, trying to see more clearly in the dark.

There was a body clinging to the top of the bed, her face was facing where I was lying on the bed, her long hair covered her face and hung down on the pillow, almost covering my entire face.

I was out of breath and moved my body carefully, trying to avoid her hair.

abruptly—

She opened her eyes, revealing eyes full of whites, tilting her head and looking straight at me.

The moon is gone and the stars are asleep.

Osamu Dazai was wearing a white coat exclusive to the teacher in the health room, standing leaning against the door, with a relaxed and freehand posture.

The short man tied to the chair was the complete opposite. His whole body was tense, and the fear in his eyes was almost solidified.

Dazai Osamu's coat reflected white under the incandescent lamp, and the light lingering around him was distorted. His soft black hair seemed to be swallowing the light, and his whole person was filled with gloomy evil.

There is nothing else in the room except a chair.The snow-white light shone on the damp and yellow walls, making it cold and frightening.

The little man sat stiffly on the chair, his lips were trembling, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.Water droplets condensed into bean-sized drops slipped from the forehead.

If I were here, I would surely find him one of the four sitting in the back row of the classroom.

Osamu Dazai walked in front of the man, the sound of the leather shoes hitting the ground was especially obvious in the room, hitting the man's heart with a sound.

"Don't come...don't come..." The short man shook his head frantically, his bloodshot eyes widened and almost popped out of their sockets.

Osamu Dazai stood still in front of him, his voice was so calm that there was no emotional ups and downs: "As a teacher, of course he would not hurt his students, what do you think, Ancheng-kun?"

An Cheng clenched his teeth, and the muscles on his cheeks twitched.From his angle, he could see this young man covered in bandages, his eyes full of black malice.

The participants in the punishment game are all villains. He pretended to be a fool to please him until now, but it was the first time he met such a man who looked like he was soaked in ink even though he was wearing white clothes.

"Tell me your mission." Osamu Dazai lowered his head and looked directly into Anjo's eyes.

An Cheng turned his face sideways, not daring to look directly.

"I don't want to say it a third time," Osamu Dazai sighed, lowering his voice, "Tell me your mission."

An Cheng's tightly bound limbs twitched a few times in reflex, and he finally spoke after panting heavily.

"...The main task is to live for seven days, and the side task is to fulfill the wish of the pen fairy. We just want to live! Please let us go! We will not compete with you for the side task!"

An Cheng bowed his head, his gaze was on the pocket of his jacket.

It doesn't matter what you say, as long as the pocket watch is still there, he will go out alive and turn the clock to pass the news, this man will not know anything.

Occasionally, the game will be filled with two teams, and the weaker team will get task reminders, and the relatively stronger team will have no clues other than the theme of the game.

At this time, of course, you can choose to exchange information and cooperate with each other to clear the level, but the word "trust" is the least likely to exist in the punishment game.

"Are you looking at this, huh?" Osamu Dazai took out a brand new pocket watch and put it in front of Anjo with the watch chain.

"No! What are you... I mean no, this isn't mine!" An Cheng's face became weaker, and under the light, he was as pale as a ghost.

"I see." Osamu Dazai nodded knowingly, put the pocket watch in his pocket, turned around and turned off the light, "Please Anjo-kun enjoy yourself, the night here is beautiful."

Osamu Dazai thoughtfully closed the door, and the small room was completely dark.An Cheng shrunk his neck, bit his teeth, his cheeks were numb, and his heart was cold.

Dazai walked slowly in the corridor with one hand in his pocket, his white coat was particularly eye-catching in the dark.

"Too bad...what a mess it's been thrown at me, future 'me'."

Dazai had two pocket watch chains hanging from his fingers, one old and the other new, the old hand stopped working, and the new second hand clicked.

The long night is really boring, should I go find Ayako?

Osamu Dazai recalled the note, and the corners of his mouth gradually curled up. After all, it was the message from "myself".

--She's at.

——There is nothing "I" wants here, go back and wait for the gift.